She meets them about one third of the way back, hair flying behind her, feet slamming into the sand and still not making much of an impression. It's the giggling that will give her away long before she reaches the two of them; that light, infectious laugh mingling with the roar of the ocean.
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Date: 2008-08-24 04:03 pm (UTC)